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“You’re asking me, now,” Kelly laughed. “...Your chance for revenge?”

“Truth or dare, then.” Brian asked.

“Dare,” Kelly decided. “Gimme something good for once.”

“Something good, huh…” Brian said, thinking back to the better dares that had been thrown around back when he played in high school. He was surprised to realize he actually did want to get back at her a little bit. She’s been going a little overboard trying to stir things up between me and Stephanie.

“Okay, I’ve got one.” He rose from the corner of the bed and picked through his pile of stuff, eventually pulling out a slim box of wrapped cereal bars, his ‘emergency convention rations’. Returning to sit on the edge of the bed across from Kelly’s seat, he tore the wrapper off of one and placed it on his thigh.

“I dare you to eat it, without using your hands,” Brian said, a little proud of himself. Emily had clumsily eaten a cookie out of his lap on a dare back during their senior year, and he’d used the memory as fap fuel for months and months.

The sight of her cute pixie-cut hair bobbing enthusiastically down by his crotch, and her blushing, flustered face as she tried to catch the crumbs scattering across his jeans with her lips. The tiny wet spots of drool she left behind, that look of triumph on her face after she ate it all, seeing the motion of her throat as she swallowed, their other friends whooping and jeering...

“Oh, thank God,” Kelly said, dropping out of her seat and onto her knees in front of him without hesitation. “Didn’t wanna say anything ‘cause you’ve already done so much for me, but… I’m really starving.”

Damn, now I actually feel bad, I should’ve offered them both some—

With a devilish grin she then lowered her face down into his crotch and nuzzled the cereal bar closer to his—

“Hey, whoa,” Brian interjected quickly.

“You said no hands,” Kelly laughed, giving the cereal bar a dainty nudge further up his thigh and gently rubbing her cheek against him. She turned, dramatically flipping her hair, and smiling up at him, and then slowly rubbed her other cheek upon his opposite thigh, making little kissy motions.

“You’re, uh, not eating,” Brian muttered, trying to force himself not to jerk or spasm. The buoyant feeling of her incredible breasts squeezing up against him as she teased her chin across his crotch and then looked up at him innocently...

“Y’know what’d be epic?” Kelly asked, giving him a wide smile. “If you just, like, unzipped your fly and whipped your dick out right now, right in my face.” Before he could respond she had buried her face in his lap again, pushing deeper, towards...

Uh-oh. Her cheek had finally brushed against the shape of his dick, which had been at half-mast and was quickly rising fully to the friction of her motions across his pants. Damn. Maybe she won’t notice—

Before he could even finish the thought, her head snapped back up to face him, a look of mock astonishment plastered across it.

Wow, she mouthed to him silently, letting that astonished look melt into a sultry smile as she slowly lowered her head back down to his lap.

“Hey, that’s enou—” he began, and just as abruptly, she leaned back from him with the cereal bar caught in her mouth. She somehow even managed to look smug even as she chewed it into her mouth and winked at him.

Damn, so much for humiliating her, Brian thought. Maybe I should’ve gone with the other dare from back then and had her give herself a wedgie?

“You know, you’re lucky I’m actually hungry, I coulda really made you suffer. Well then, pick truth or dare, Stephanie,” Kelly instructed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “And, uh… actually, you got any more of those, Brian?”

“Truth,” Stephanie decided quietly.

“Okay, there’s a lot of sexy questions I had for you that’d have you all sperging out, but I thought of one that might be even more important, so… ‘fess up. What happened, way back when, that gave you your social anxiety?”

“Hey, that’s kinda…” Brian interjected, giving Kelly a nervous glance as he handed her another cereal bar. “I mean, I know you can ask anything, but do you really have to—”

“It’s okay,” Stephanie interrupted, showing a small smile. “It happened so long ago, it’s not very impressive or amazing… it’s silly, really. I can tell the whole story if you both promise not to laugh.”

“We promise,” Kelly assured, and took a large bite out of the second snack bar.

“Okay,” Stephanie started slowly, pausing to take a deep breath. “It all began in the Sea of Cats—”

“Pffffftt!” Kelly laughed, slapping a hand over her mouth. “Sorry! I... look, sorry. Continue.”

“Go on, Stephanie,” Brian said, shooting Kelly an admonishing look.

“Okay,” Stephanie continued, smiling patiently, “I was young. Twelve, maybe. And I had two friends. Ben and Jess. Ah, well, Jessica, but we just called her Jess. We grew up together, and we all played make-believe together almost every day, just the three of us. Every day we had an adventure in the Sea of Cats.”

“...The Sea of Cats.” Kelly repeated incredulously.

“Y-yeah,” Stephanie said quietly, but Kelly could detect a current of excitement in the girl’s voice. “That’s what we called it. In our neighborhood there was a big field, empty lots where they hadn’t put in new homes yet. The grass was tall and wild like a sea, and there were cats everywhere!”

“They just kept multiplying. They didn’t really belong to anyone, but I think they were too well-fed and looked-after to be considered feral. We knew them all, we gave them all names. Sometimes you’d see them curled up together, sometimes they’d squabble and chase each other... there was always something going on. Ben and Jess and I, we had a big bag of dry food, and we’d take a handful each and play, go out exploring for hungry kittens. We would watch anime and play in that field, always playing out a different story, a different adventure.”

“Okay, that makes a bit more sense,” Kelly grudgingly admitted.

“We’d watch anime and go on little adventures together in the Sea of Cats... and then, one summer, my friends... they changed.” Stephanie sighed. “They started dating... uh, they started dating each other during middle school. They’d moved on to this... idea that they were a mature couple, young adults in a relationship. They stopped playing with me, and they became distant, but also... they started to talk about me, made fun of me in school. I don’t know if it was ever really even enough to consider it bullying, but coming from them, it really just... Devastated me.

“I know it seems silly, for such a small thing so long ago to have such an effect on me. They broke up in eighth grade, but it wasn’t like things could ever go back to the way they were. Everyone but me had put all of the past behind them and grown up. I loved them both so much, and I just wanted us all to be happy together, like we used to… I couldn’t handle it. I cried. I would cry by myself for days. It’s been half a lifetime since then, and sometimes I still feel like crying.”

“All throughout high school, I wasn’t really all there, I was just trying to make myself scarce so that people wouldn’t notice me. I’d go to school and do my assignments, go home and do my homework, wish that there was more homework, so that it could keep me occupied. And then go to bed in my tidy, boring little room. I wasn’t really... um, I’m not really happy.”

“I wanted things to go back to how they were, when we went on adventures and played games together, but it was impossible. I did keep watching anime by myself... and I still play Monster Battlers... with Megan, now. My only friend… if she’ll still have me after tonight. Before I knew it, high school flew by and I’m in college now, just... getting older and somehow still waiting for those fun days with my friends to come back somehow. I guess... that’s my whole life story?”

“So you just waited for your life to magically get better and go back to the way things were?” Kelly asked, agitated. “You didn’t, I dunno, do something about it? Find new friends? Get in a relationship like they did? Something? Anything?”

“I tried a-a lot of things, I, I did,” Stephanie stammered in protest. “But I wasn’t brave… I’m not brave. I couldn’t have adventures on my own, I almost drowned when I tried. I could never reach out to make new friends in high school on my own… I didn’t even have the guts to explain to Megan why I ran out on her tonight. I’m nothing—”

“Almost drowned?” Kelly asked.

“All of that’s in the past, though,” Brian interrupted. “I mean, you’re here now, with us. Your new friends?”

“I… yeah?” Stephanie asked, brightening.

“Yeah, friends,” Kelly chimed in. “Maybe even with friends with benefits?”

“Besides, I’ve seen what you can do when you’re brave,” he said, remembering that kiss she’d given him back at the convention, that kiss that felt like it was shattering the heavens and the earth. “And it’s pretty amazing. I think that before too long, you’ll forget you ever even had any anxiety.”

“I… yeah, I wish,” Stephanie said quietly, but she wore a small smile now.

“Well, it’s your turn to ask me next anyways, so let’s see how brave you can be?” Brian said.

“Ah, uh, right. Truth or dare?” Stephanie asked.

“Dare,” he replied.

“Um, okay,” Stephanie breathed, laughing, “It’s... it’s been on my mind, ever since you said earlier, uh, what you said earlier... about... um, how you wouldn’t tell me what you think about...”

“...About my butt,” she continued in a small, embarrassed voice. “So I dare you, I dare you to, ah, to tell me now, what you thought about my butt.”

“Nope,” Brian answered, his grin spreading wider.

“Y-you’re giving up?” Stephanie asked in surprise, looking crestfallen. “You really won’t tell me?”

“No, it’s just, you can’t dare me to tell the truth about something,” he clarified. “I didn’t pick ‘truth’, I picked ‘dare’. One is one thing, and the other’s the other.”

“Hey, he’s right,” Kelly realized, a wicked smile adorning her face. “You can’t dare a truth outta him, that’s cheating. “You’ve gotta dare him to do something. That’s what you get for tryin’ to plan out all your questions before he’s picked truth or dare.”

“I, ah, yeah,” Stephanie mumbled, blushing furiously, “S-sorry, forget that question. I’ll uh, I’ll think of something else.”

“If he said that it’s something he’s gotta show you, and he picked dare, why are you still tryin’ to get him to tell you what he meant?” Kelly chimed in, exasperated. “Are you afraid of a little fondling and spanking?”

“I, um, no, I’ll...I’ll think of another question,” Stephanie said, shaking her head in embarrassment.

“Yeah, besides, that’d be no way to train my Flamituff,” Brian said. “Spanking’d be for... well, if she was bad. You’ve been a good girl all this time, haven’t you?”

“Y-yes. Yes?” Stephanie stammered nervously.

“You know, she hasn’t been that good. Just a little bit ago in the shower she was—”

“Kelly!” Stephanie yelped, mortified all over again.

“Look here, little girl,” Kelly said. “I get it. There’s probably a ton of interesting things you really want to dare Brian, isn’t there? But you’re too afraid to ask any of them?”

Stephanie reluctantly nodded.

“Well, Brian picked dare ‘cause he wants you to ask him something... interesting. Not something boring like another single piece of clothing, either. Brian just said earlier that he’s seen you be brave, and that it amazed him. So what are you gonna do? Are you going bore him, or are you gonna amaze him?”

Stephanie didn’t answer, staring at the covers with her brow furrowed cutely in thought.

“Listen,” Kelly prompted again. “Imagine for a second that tonight is already over and you’re like, looking back at it. You picked a boring, ‘safe’ dare and he ended up taking off his shoulder holster or something lame for this turn. The night wound down and the game ended, and then tomorrow came, and the next day and the next because fuck, time moves on. Months from now you’ll remember back to this moment, this chance. What’s that one question you’ll regret not having asked the most?”

“Don’t worry about all of that,” Brian said, frowning. “You ask whatever you’re comfortable with, alright?”

“I... um.” Stephanie swallowed, and turned towards Brian, her eyes still downcast on the bedspread. “Okay, I... I dare you...”

“You dare me to...?”

“I dare—I dare you to remove one piece of clothing...” she blurted out, eyes flicking up at him as she fidgeted nervously.

Kelly sighed and looked away in disappointment, resting her cheek on her palm as she slumped back in the easy chair.

“...From me,” Stephanie finished, swallowing.

“From… what?” Brian asked, surprised.

“I dare you to remove one piece of the clothing… that I’m wearing,” Stephanie explained, too embarrassed to look at him again. “And, I, uh. I want you to be... a little forceful? I-I don’t want to get hurt, I just, um, if you could be a little rough, that would…”

“Now that’s more like it!” Kelly exclaimed in approval, slapping her fist into her palm. “Steph, I knew you could do it!”

“That’s... a pretty big dare,” Brian said, swallowing and giving Kelly a glance. “You’re allowing it?”

“Either you’re gonna do it or I’ll make you do it. Get on with it,” Kelly urged, gesturing him towards Stephanie.

Brian took Stephanie by the hand and helped her stand up on the bed. With the bed being a little over two feet up off the ground, this actually had her looking down at him for a change.

“Now, uh, it’s your dare,” he said, “So if you don’t like how it goes, just... you know, say so and we’ll stop, ‘kay?”

“Oh, uh, okay,” Stephanie nervously agreed.

“No way,” Kelly objected, “She dared you, now you have to do it, whether she ends up liking it or not.”

I spent too much time with Chloe, Brian thought, sending Kelly the slightest bitter smile. How long will it be before I stop trying to ask if every little thing is okay? Okay, one piece of clothing, huh?

Taking her by the waist, he spun her around so that she was facing in the other direction, eliciting a startled yelp from the girl. The oversized shirt was long enough to hang down over her rear, and he gingerly lifted it up. The pajama bottoms right in front of him were cotton, but Stephanie’s delicious proportions still distorted the simple printed pattern on the fabric. Sweet mother of…

“Hey, don’t forget; she wants you to be a little... rough.” Kelly reminded helpfully.

Feeling an undercurrent of excitement ripple through him, Brian let the nightshirt fall back down over his hands. Then he gripped Stephanie’s waistband beneath it and slid his fingers around the circumference of her wide hips, narrowly resisting the urge to pull her towards him. Letting out a startled gasp, Stephanie wriggled beneath his unexpected touch and Brian was grateful she’d worn a shirt big enough to hang down over the tight curves of her ass, or he really would end up showing her just what he thought of it.

With his arms wrapped around her and his fingertips teasing lightly across her shivering tummy, he shoved his thumbs roughly into the waistband of her pajama pants and twisted them down.

There we are, Brian thought in relief, separating two distinct pairs of waistbands carefully with his fingers, and he could feel a tiny decorative bow on one of them. He’d been honestly concerned—he had no way of knowing whether or not she wore panties beneath her pajamas, He didn’t want to leave her completely exposed and embarrassed on her own dare—or at least, only a part of him wanted that. In the low light of just the room’s tableside lamp he hadn’t been able to tell whether she had any camisole or bra on beneath the nightshirt.

Brian pulled her pajama pants down, trying to make it seem rough, and discovered immediate resistance—his thumbs hooking the front of her waistband had only made her pajamas catch up on the shapely dimensions of her rounded bottom. He could hear her sudden intake of breath, could feel her butt slightly jiggle. Hnnnngg, okay damn, stay focused...

As he aggressively shimmied them down further, his hands occasionally brushing against her impossibly soft skin, Stephanie nearly lost her balance on the padding of the mattress. She twisted awkwardly, her hand flashing out to land on the top of his head for balance.

“S-sorry,” she said quickly, exposing a wavering smile.

“S’cool,” letting his eyes wander over her incredible legs as he steadied her so that she could step out of the pant legs one at a time. Her nightshirt covers to her mid-thigh, but still, seeing these limber legs and knowing she’s bare now all the way up to her panties…

“That was, I dunno, not very rough,” Kelly judged, sounding disappointed. “You didn’t even slap anything.”

“Th-that’s okay,” Stephanie said. Sitting back down on the bed with exaggerated care, she looked quite a bit more vulnerable without her pajama pants, but wore an excited smile now instead. “...It was just fine.”

“So, uh, truth, Stephanie? Or dare?” Brian asked, adjusting his pants suspiciously and returning to his seat on the edge of the bed.

“Dare,” Stephanie said quickly. “I’ll, uh, you can dare me to do anyth—um, any dare that you choose, I’ll… try to do.”

“Okay then,” Brian said. “I dare you to show me... how you feel about me, without telling me. How you do it, or what you do, is up to you.”

“To… show you?” Stephanie asked, biting her lip. “Like daring me to… attack you?”

“Attack him?” Kelly echoed. “The hell kind of relationship do you two actually have?”

“Yeah, you have to show me. Like, for instance; I gave my buddy Emily this same dare when we were playing a few years back... So she strides up to me, turns and like, bumps her butt into mine, turns again and cuffs me on the shoulder with her fist, and then gives me the goofiest wink and thumbs up you’ve ever seen.” He flashed a dramatic thumbs up, snapping it in close to his chest and jutting his elbow out as he winked at Stephanie.

“Pfft,” Kelly snorted. “I really do want to meet her now.”

“It was hilarious, had us all in stitches. Was one of our inside-joke things to do for ages, ‘til Chloe put a stop to it.”

“I don’t think I can beat that,” Stephanie giggled, “But, okay, um, I can try…”

“Do you want me to stand up for this?” Brian asked, beginning to rise.

“No, no… you’re fine right there, just as you are,” she said, motioning him back down as she crawled across the bed towards him. “Okay, um, here goes.”

With a shaky exhalation, Stephanie paused beside him on the bed, still on her hands and knees. The look she was giving him was seductive, in a roughly-hewn, unpolished way. There was fascination and excitement dancing in her eyes as she earnestly admired his body, and as their gazes met the glow of her smile made his heart start racing. Wordlessly, she slid a long, bare leg over his lap and straddled him, settling her weight down atop his body. Before he could collect his thoughts or stifle his reaction, he felt his dick swelling insistently, pushing forward through the wrinkles of his pant-leg to blossom into a full-on erection. Thankfully, it wouldn’t be noticeable to Stephanie—yet, anyways.

Most guys became practiced at hiding hard-ons throughout their life, and Brian was no exception. With a subtle cant of his sitting posture, his penis was pressed into his inner thigh as it grew, inching its way turgidly towards his knee. Held in place by tactile tension alone, the tiniest movement would have it springing free and rising right up into Stephanie’s panties, and Brian froze completely still. I’m definitely in trouble.

All the while Stephanie, oblivious to the turmoil she was causing, squeezed Brian into a tight embrace, arching her back and smooshing her chest against him. These small shapes, no more than handfuls, hadn’t made much of an impression on him until this moment, but now he couldn’t stop thinking about them, about the sensation of those pert little peaks upon him. He realized, almost too late, that she was hesitating, her face just beside his neck, and he couldn’t help but gulp.

I’m in so much trouble. If she tries to start kissing me here, I’m gonna… He imagined himself grabbing her buttocks, hands indenting into that perfect ass, and grinding her forcefully against him in a press of half-naked bodies. Mashing her perky little tits against his chest, rubbing up against her through in a tremor of lust that would only lead to…

But the moment of danger passed and Stephanie leaned back, shifted herself carefully out of his lap, and stood.

“Uh, I... sorry,” Stephanie apologized, turning away and hiding her face. “I, was just uh, I went with my feelings. I don’t think it was quite as memorable, but… that’s kinda how I feel, a little bit.”

“No, no, that was great,” Brian protested. “It, um—”

“Yeah, looks like it was plenty memorable,” Kelly remarked, staring. Follow her line of sight, he realized immediately that a prominent bulge had defiantly appeared in the neat lines of his dress pants. He hurriedly tucked himself back down again, giving her a strained smile. Stephanie hadn’t noticed it, thankfully, but he’d almost rather that she had seen it rather than Kelly.

Big trouble...

• • •

Kelly just loved erect cocks. She unabashedly loved their phallic shape, the way they rose up to rigidity, and most of all, their potential for pleasure. She was drawn to even the idea of dicks, to their sweet juxtaposition of degenerate vulgarity and masculine magnificence. As the night pressed on, so did her craving for one, that carnal desire to get brutally fucked by one; really reamed, the kind of violent sex that had her legs quaking and filled the inside of her head with flashes of red light.

And Brian has a hard-on, right now. It wasn’t obvious. He was more clever than most in how he hid it. Even glancing toward him now, her eyes discreetly searching across his entire form with her peripheral vision, there was no obvious tell anymore, no bulge or tent pitched in his pants. But now she knew.

He must’ve been tucking his cockhead up into the elastic of his boxers, or pressing it down into his pant-leg… or something. And I’d have been none the wiser if he hadn’t gotten COCKY and dared Steph’s feelings out into the open, she thought, slightly smirking.

She’d fully intended to give the stubborn geek an erection all night. Had began to worry, even, that despite his good looks and skilled hands, he was somehow still too socially and sexually primitive to raise a rocket in this situation. She’d been very pleased to discover he’d been concealing the towering shape of a pretty impressive space-flight rocket all this time, packed with thousands of pounds of thrust and undoubtedly with all the force he needed to achieve escape velocity.

That hidden hard-on was a thrilling representation to Kelly, a manifestation of all the effort she’d put in planning her questions and guiding these geeks on the right course. Despite Brian’s attempts at seeming disinterested in taking things further, at staying detached and psychological... he was really getting involved, now. He was being drawn into the game deeper and deeper, emotionally and physically, and every turn he continued playing he was becoming further invested. Her provocations tonight hadn’t been in vain; she finally, finally had a healthy response. Of course, she wasn’t going to be satisfied with just that.

“Kell? Kelly?” Brian’s voice startled her out of her reverie.

“Hmm?” Kelly answered, realizing herself and fighting to keep her eyes from dancing down his naked chest towards his crotch.

“She’s askin’ you,” Brian said, nodding towards Stephanie.

“Truth or dare?” Stephanie asked Kelly.

“Dare, of course,” Kelly said, stretching her arms out. “I feel lucky.”

The blonde-and-pink-haired girl hesitated, frowning, before something she wanted to ask occurred to her.

“I dare you… to tell me a secret,” Stephanie finally decided.

“That’s kinda daring to tell a truth again, isn’t it?” Kelly complained, looking towards Brian for a verdict. Besides, where to even begin? Should I tell her that Brian got wood ‘cause of the way she was sittin’ on him?

“Well… it’s a little different. She’s not asking you for any specific truth, so it’s hard to call it a truth question. She’s daring you to tell her a secret, but leaving it up to you what you decide to tell her. You could reveal some shocking thing from your past, or you could end up telling her you don’t actually like mayonnaise, something trivial like that. It’s clever, a good psychological question, I like it.”

“Fine, whatever,” Kelly shrugged, rising out of the easy chair to bounce her bottom onto the bed directly next to Stephanie. “Are you ready?”

Stephanie nodded seriously, leaning in so that Kelly could whisper her secret.

“This weekend, one night or another… the three of us are all going to fuck,” Kelly confided.

“Th-that’s—!” Stephanie exclaimed, blushing. “That isn’t, that’s not a secret!”

“Oh?” Kelly responded in surprise. “It’s not? You mean, you already knew…?”

“N-no! I mean, it’s not a secret, because it won’t happ—because it’s not going to happen. If it’s not real, I don’t think it can count.”

“Oh, it’s definitely going to happen. But don’t tell Brian yet. I want him to be surprised, okay? Surprised by our little secret.”

“I—I could never tell him that,” Stephanie replied, horrified. “I mean, I-I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

“That’s fine,” Kelly chuckled. “Secrets lose their value, their power, when more people know them, you know? Stretched between three or four people, a secret becomes gossip. Spread thin between ten or twenty, it’s just baseless rumor, right? My turn asking Brian now? Truth or dare, Brian?”

“...Dare,” He decided. “I don’t get to know the secret?”

“By the time you find out, it’ll be too late,” Kelly said cryptically, pausing a moment to deliberate her question for him. There were any number of dares she could use that fit her objectives, but the hornier she got, the harder it was not to simply choose the rather direct ones.

“Okay, whatever. I dare you, kiss me,” she challenged, looking quite pleased with herself. “This isn’t a psychological question for you—I don’t want to see what you’ll do given a choice. I don’t want you to be a gentleman, and I don’t want you to give me some dainty little kiss on the hand. Kiss me, on the lips, open-mouthed, really kiss me.”

“That’s… uh, well that’s a pretty big dare,” Brian said uneasily, glancing towards Stephanie.

“Uh, no, not really?” Kelly said. “It’s actually like, probably the most commonly dared thing in the history of the game, ever? How about it, Steph? Acting as our impartial judge here, is this dare… unfair?” It IS a psychological question, but not for Brian. How do you feel about me swapping spit with your little beloved on a dare, Stephanie girl?

Kelly shifted on the bed, bouncing over closer to Brian now. He was wearing an interesting, difficult-to-read expression. He didn’t really look pleased, but nor did he look particularly reluctant. Maybe a little nervous? Perfect.

“Uhm, h-how long, uh, how long would the kiss be?” Stephanie asked weakly. That’s so cute. She’s not gonna just okay it, but she isn’t brave enough to voice opposition to it yet, either. Am I still not pushing her enough?

“Just long enough, I guess,” Kelly answered, tapping her lip thoughtfully. “Longer than a little peck… and shorter than us starting to date, excluding you from our lives, and bullying you in middle school.”

“Th-that’s not funny,” Stephanie stammered, shocked.

“But that’s what you were worried about, isn’t it? I’m just tryin’ to have fun tonight, I’m not trying to leave you out of anything, Stephanie. Tell you what, I’ll even compromise this time. How ‘bout a double-dare; why don’t we all have a three-way kiss?”

“A three-way… kiss?” Stephanie asked, dumbfounded.

“Interested?” Kelly prompted, “I mean, they’re not really as intense as one-on-ones, ‘cause there’s no room to tilt our heads and get into it. But at the same time, three-way kisses have a certain intensity of their own, you know?”

“Do I get a say in any of this?” Brian asked, giving them a dubious look and being ignored.

“Or would you prefer to just watch us kiss this time, Steph?” Kelly asked, her eyes glimmering with excitement. “Last time it was Brian watching you while I made you feel good, now the tables’d be turned. Have you ever really seen people making out close-up, in person? It can be pretty hot. Or are you the type of girl who politely looks away when others are intimate? Do you... want to see? Or, do you want to join? Take your pick.”

“...I’ll watch,” Stephanie decided after some difficulty.

“Suit yourself,” Kelly said flippantly, and traced her fingers along the straps of Brian’s shoulder holster rig before gripping him by the shoulders.

“Come at me whenever you’re ready,” Kelly invited, glancing meaningfully across his broad shoulders and then down his bare chest. Then she closed her eyes, slightly pursed her lips, and waited. For a long moment there was nothing, just a silence of anticipation and expectation, a serene void.

Ohhhh. Ohh, here he is. Ahh..ohh?! When she felt his lips, she responded, eagerly latching onto him as though he was her lifeline. To her surprise and dismay, she quickly realized that despite all of her confidence and posturing… she was not in control of this kiss. That dizzying, falling sensation had returned, and her innate sense of superiority to these hopeless geeks wavered and then finally began to plummet.

Won’t you please just... fuck me already? She began to beg through their kiss, coiling around him and trying to suck his tongue into her mouth. She wouldn’t be some higher, celestial being that casually enticed the simple mortals beneath for much longer, she was descending. Shedding her facades and pretenses, her every nerve desperately screaming down through this geek’s atmosphere for more. More sensation, more release, more freedom, an overwhelming, aching need to accelerate and advance this destructive crash of their mouths into more than just a kiss.

Please, just... please?! Kelly was mashing her lips anxiously against his now, frenching him rough and hard. A kiss hurtling with a primordial, insatiable need, more sloppy and impatient than she’d been even when she was a horny teenager. I’m… I’m a GOOD kisser, why am I…? Kelly tried to think, but she was close, so close to this intense impact, that she couldn’t stop herself.

Scorching lust was burning away at her body and her mind was shrieking with red light. Down towards Brian, closer, closer—a trembling shiver rocked her body as she kissed him, tongue sliding across his in a trail of molten red fire. Close, so close…! That urgent, imminent feeling, the building anticipation for a sudden and breathtaking collision within her had her writhing uncontrollably—

And then Brian pushed her away, gasping for breath, and Kelly’s mind was sent tumbling, disoriented. Her red-hot meteor of desire had been subverted, mere moments before crashing down in a world-changing detonation, and Kelly felt like her mind was slingshotting all the way back into orbit.

“Wh-why?” Kelly panted, realizing her chin was damp with drool. “Why’d you stop?” I was so close! In the dim light of just the tableside lamp they were all seeing by, no one noticed the three vibrant locks of bright red now streaking through Kelly’s black hair, just behind her right ear.

“You were ‘bout to suck the life outta me,” Brian explained. “I mean, damn. If we didn’t stop there, we would’ve… well, things would’ve definitely, uh, exceeded the dare, that’s for sure.”

“So?” Kelly pouted, running a fingertip over her lips. “Dares are like, guidelines, not hard rules. Once the deed is done, it doesn’t mean we can’t keep goin’.”

“I’m sure Steph doesn’t want to see that,” Brian said.

“She might? What do you say, Stephanie?”

“It’s, ah, it’s not my turn, I don’t have to answer,” Stephanie giggled, looking flushed, and she inched back from them. Was she that close to us when we started kissing? Well, she doesn’t even seem jealous. “Whether or not you keep going is up to Brian, isn’t it? It’s his turn to ask you, now.”

“Whew, I’d almost forgotten. Dare,” Kelly decided, not even giving him an opportunity to ask. “C’mon, gimme a really good one.”

“Well… I have one that’s not all that great now, but could be really good tomorrow,” he offered.

“Oh?” Kelly asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Alright, well... sold. What’re you daring me to do?”

Brian stood up, stepping closer, bent down… and retrieved the shipping box Kelly had been interested in earlier, placing it in her lap.

“Wear this at the convention tomorrow.”

“Are you serious?” Kelly lit up, holding the box as excitedly as a Christmas morning present. “Isn’t it all... super fuckin’ expensive?”

“Well, no one’s gonna want to buy it from me if they can’t see what it looks like, right? You’d be doing me a favor by modelling it for me. If anyone compliments you or ask about it, just mention that it’s for sale, see if you can get a good offer for it, or at least like, three hundred.”

“I mean I guess, but… are you really sure? Aren’t you afraid I’m gonna like, run off with it for myself or something?” With this, with the convention pass, and the room… aren’t you a little too generous and naive, Brian?

“By all means, run off with it, then,” Brian countered. “If a pricey dress means more to you than a friend, well, then I’ll know exactly what to think, right?”

Kelly felt her mouth go dry. Before today, she would have still considered him a sucker for trusting her so blindly. Now that she was within his gravitational pull, that invisible mass shadow that seemed to draw her full attention towards him, she understood his intentions more completely.

The dare isn’t about the dress, Kelly thoughts, realizations coming together like a constellation pattern in her mind. He knew I’d wear it. It’s a gamble, a test. The dress is just collateral, and he’s wagering on… on ME. Even though I could bail on him tomorrow, take this expensive outfit for free, and laugh at him for it all I want. Yesterday, I would have.

Fuck, Kelly thought, frowning. What changed? Why is everything all so different now, getting so complicated...

“Um, uh, what is it it?” Stephanie asked, crawling across the bed so she could get a closer look.

“It’s... a costume that he’d bought for his ex,” Kelly explained, carefully passing her the box.

“It was gonna be a surprise for her, it’s a gothic lolita dress,” Brian clarified, wincing. “But obviously…”

“That’s so cool,” Stephanie said, reading the invoice. “Kelly… you’re going to look amazing. You’ll wear it tomorrow? I can’t wait to see how it looks.”

“I… yeah,” Kelly confirmed, her guilty expression fading away. “I’ll take it… the dare, I mean. For sure. Thanks, Brian. Really... thank you.”

“Hey, no guarantees that it’ll be comfy or anything. You’re Chloe’s height, but you’re a bit more, uh, well-proportioned, than her, and I don’t know if the fitting’ll be as simple as just unbuttoning part of the bust or something. Ah, anyways, it’s your turn to ask Stephanie,” he said, gesturing.

“I, um, I think I’m ready,” Stephanie said, facing Kelly and appearing to muster her courage. “For a dare this time.”

I dare you to fuck him, Kelly thought immediately. No, wait. Dare you to put your fingers somewhere inside of me, is that fuckin’ PSYCHOLOGICAL enough? Dare you to pull Brian’s cock out and give him a sloppy blowjob. To finger yourself. Talk dirty to us and moan. Threesome, right now. The thoughts careening around her head were a helplessly wheeling red starscape and for a moment Kelly felt like she was spinning adrift.

Okay, no. No, Kelly decided. She needed to calm down, Brian had been right earlier. If she gambled too big, she risked having Stephanie fold, or put her on guard and only pick truths. There has to be a proper progression here, that puts us all in JUST the right position for what needs to happen…

“Alright then, come here,” Kelly said, leaning forward in excitement and motioning Stephanie forward. “I’ve gotta whisper it to you, we don’t want Brian to know just yet.”

“Is it another secret, is that, uh, is that the dare…?” Stephanie asked hopefully.

“Just c’mere,” Kelly laughed, realizing she was still sitting directly between Stephanie and Brian. “And Brian, you shoo away further, go on.”

Stephanie crept forward in trepidation and crouched upon the bedspread, and Kelly leaned in close, cupping both hands to the shy girl’s ear.

“I dare you... to go into the bathroom and take off your panties,” Kelly whispered, as quietly as she could. “You’re not allowed to put anything else on. Ball ‘em up in your hand, come back out, and… give them to Brian to keep.”

Bewildered, Stephanie slowly turned to regard her, eyes wide with shock.

“Hey now,” Brian interrupted. “I get that you want to be all secretive and whatnot, but how can I decide if your dare’s unfair or not unless I hear it?”

“You hush,” Kelly muttered, grinning wickedly. “Well, Stephanie? It’s unfair, but is it really too unfair?”

“Um,” Stephanie swallowed. “It’s just… I don’t know, uh, if I can do it.”

Cupping her hands back around Stephanie’s ear, Kelly began to whisper again. “I know you can do it. It’s nothing but this token gesture, you know? Maidens in waiting giving their gallant knights favors before a battle, and all that. It’s like a tradition, an act of courtship.” Seeing that Stephanie was still unconvinced, wavering with uncertainty, Kelly pressed on.

“And, you know, he’ll love it,” Kelly whispered, “To you, they’re just underwear, but to him they’d symbolize, like, your sexuality. Your trust, and your affection for him. Of course, I guess you don’t have to do it if your unmentionables right now are some fifty-dollar frilly lingerie or something. I don’t know what you’re wearin’, after all. Just remember, it’s one thing to be stingy with giving away expensive undergarments, and entirely another to be stingy with your feelings… right?”

With that Kelly stopped whispering and leaned back, giving Stephanie a look of expectation. “Well? That’s the dare. Is it too much for you to handle?”

“That…” Stephanie hesitated. “Is that okay, though, I mean, I’m just wearing a nightshirt…?”

“What’s the dare?” Brian asked, curiosity eating away at him.

“You’ll see,” Kelly said. “Probably. Or, maybe this is it, and our little Stephanie’s going to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me?”

“I... don’t know if I can do it,” Stephanie admitted, appearing to steel her nerves as she stood up. Her entire face was red she was blushing so furiously. “B-but, but I’m going to—I’m going to try.”

That’s my girl, Kelly thought, nodding in approval as Stephanie entered the bathroom and closed the door.

“What’re you having her do?”

“You’ll see,” Kelly said brightly. “Dunno how long she’ll take, though. Make-out intermission? Or hey, maybe a massage?”

“Kelly, look… it’s pretty clear what you’re trying to do here.”

“Yeah? So?” Can you even complain about it?

“I really don’t want Stephanie pushed into everything this fast,” Brian said.

“She might end up regretting it.”

“That’s up to her,” Kelly said, not relenting in the slightest. “She can stop and quit this game anytime she wants. Kiddie gloves off, remember? Besides, regretting a mistake can teach you a lot of different things in life, in a lot of ways. Regretting a missed opportunity, though, that only ever teaches you one thing.”

“You know, you’re really—” Brian gave her a playful scowl, but left the sentence unfinished, running a hand through his downy hair and glancing at the tableside clock. “What a night. Can’t believe how long we’ve actually been playing, it’s way past midnight already. We need to wind this game down soon, so we can—”

Before he could finish, the bathroom door opened and Stephanie stepped out. She stepped forward strangely, using a halting, awkward gait. One hand seemed to be nervously clutching the bottom edge of her nightshirt, holding it in place against her thigh. Fuck me, she really did it. Atta girl!

She stopped when she reached Brian, holding out her other hand in front of him. It was trembling, and he looked at her in perplexed confusion for a moment before realizing she was trying to give him something.

He opened up his hands, and she dropped a folded bit of cloth, still warm, into them. He stared at them, dumbfounded for a moment, before looking back up at Stephanie.

“They’re my panties,” She explained, clamping her free hand over her mouth then in embarrassment. “The—the ones I was wearing. Th-they’re for you to keep.”

“...Seriously?” He unfolded the panties in astonishment, unable to keep his eyes from flicking to her other hand nervously smoothing her nightshirt against her leg. They were cute, bikini-style dark gray panties, with a solid black waistband, and Kelly watched with interest as Brian plucked his fingers at the tiny decorative bow on the front of the band.

“Thank you, really… uh, damn. To keep? Thank you. But you didn’t have to go this far for me, Kelly’s pushing too—”

“I know,” Stephanie interrupted, sitting on the bed with exaggerated care. “I made my own decision, I... wanted to, I want you to have them.”

“And that’s how it is!” Kelly sang out triumphantly. “Stephanie’s turn to ask Brian now, I can’t wait to see what’ll happen.”

“Truth or dare, Brian?” Stephanie asked, apprehensively fretting with the hem of her nightshirt. The garment barely seemed to cover her thighs.

“Dare,” he answered, looking from Kelly to Stephanie uneasily.

“Okay. I dare you...” Stephanie said, visibly gathering her courage, “...to go down on me.”

“You dare me to... what?” Brian choked in surprise and disbelief. “Sounded like you just dared me to...”

“What the fuck did she just say?!” Kelly burst out, eyes wide.

“I, um... I dare you,” Stephanie mumbled, confused. “Today at the convention you said, that, uh, if I ever wanted you to g-go down on me, all I had to do was ask?”

“Christ, you said that?” Kelly snapped her attention back to Brian, baffled. “The fuck happened to all the blah blah we need to take things slow?”

“I, uh,” Brian said quickly, bewildered. “That was… Stephanie, you’re daring me to go down on you?”

“It’s okay if you can’t, can’t um, do it for real,” Stephanie added in a reassuring tone, seeming alarmed by their reactions. “I just th-thought, that maybe, since you offered, may-maybe I should ask...? To see what you would do?”

“Oh, he can definitely do it for real,” Kelly exclaimed excitedly. “This is the kinda dare I’ve been wanting all night. Awesome, Steph!” She enthusiastically gave the muddled shy girl a high-five.

“What do you mean?” Stephanie asked, looking at the girl strangely.

“You’re really going to allow this dare?” Brian asked, shooting Kelly a meaningful look. “Come on, that’s… she doesn’t really... it’s obviously going way too far.”

“Well I’m not gonna be the one to shoot her down—hell, I’m proud of her. Are you gonna back out now, after she worked up the courage all night to ask you that? I mean, can you imagine how that’d make her feel…?” Kelly couldn’t contain her exhilaration at the turn of the events and immediately situated herself beside Stephanie. This girl just saved me so much time tonight…

“Let’s just get this out of the way then, okay?” Kelly cooed, grasping the edge of Stephanie’s nightshirt and lifting it up to expose luscious pale thighs.

“W-wait! What are, you’re, uh?! What are you do-doing?!” Stephanie exclaimed in surprise, stopping the girl’s hands.

“Okay, c’mon, Kelly,” Brian said, waving his hands. “She doesn’t really, you know… realize what she asked, what it really means. There’s no way.”

The scene girl seemed to pause, quirking her lip as if just now considering that possibility. Gee, do ya think? I’m not as dense as you weebs.

“Hmmm... give us a minute?” Kelly relented, sighing loudly. “I’ll check with her, and really make sure she understands, okay?”

“Okay... yeah,” Brian said, crossing the room and giving them a bit of distance.

“Here, sit with me like this,” Kelly instructed in a hushed tone, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Brian wasn’t looking. The scene girl sat back against the bed’s headboard and opened her legs, helping Stephanie sit cradled between them. “Okay, now lean back and put your knees up and together in front of you like this…”

“But, uh?!” Stephanie protested, fearfully trying to flatten the nightshirt against her thick thighs. It was futile; with her knees raised in front of her, even though her calves hid her naughty bits from view, there was plenty of naked thigh and butt to be seen.

“It’s fine, don’t worry ‘bout it,” Kelly comforted her, adjusting until they were both comfortable. Damn, I could just start kissing and biting her neck again like this.

“...Kelly?” Stephanie whispered nervously. “Brian uh, well, guys can… actually ‘go down’ on girls?”

Hiding her cheshire grin by burying her face into the pink-streaked blonde tufts of Stephanie’s hair, Kelly composed her wickedly gleaming red thoughts and squeezed the other girl’s shoulders.

“Someone told me today,” Kelly said slowly into Stephanie’s ear. “That luck... is when preparation meets opportunity. Does it really matter whether you knew what you asked or not? We’ve been preparing you for it all night long. And now, you’ve opened up this amazing... opportunity.”

“Do you wanna get lucky?”